Alora. "Who the fuck are you?" His deep voice growled at me and I shivered as fear shot up my spine. The man standing before me was tall, he had a broad chest, and lean muscles. His biceps flexed as he raised his gun at me. He had deep blue cold eyes, not the usual blue of the ocean, nor the blue color of the sky. His eyes were a deeper shade, like a painter that stroked that spot repeatedly, highlighting the color. But instead of the warmth that the color blue brought, these man's were filled with cold and hate. There were no emotions in them, except from the reflection of anger in them. If I hadn't seen his reaction when he had first seen me I would have thought he could feel no other emotions except from anger and irritation. The way he had looked down on me was the exact opposite of the emotion on his face. He had looked at me with soft eyes, gasping silently at the color of my eyes. My violet eye color had been a mystery to my parents, I was different from the other wolves.
Alora. I stared into Ares' eyes. It felt so surreal that I had escaped from one deadly Alpha to another one. It was almost getting hard to breathe as my eyes watered and I thought of an answer to give Ares. He had asked for my last name and I knew telling him I was a Pentagon was basically taking the gun to my head and pulling the trigger. There was no way Ares was going to let me go knowing I was Jax's property. I had no choice but to take my parents last name, my rightful name. The name I was supposed to go by if Jax hadn't owned me. "Forrester. My name is Alora Forrester," I lied through gritted teeth, glancing away from Ares as it was hard to look him in the eye and lie. My heart thumped loudly in my chest as the lie rolled off my chest. "Hmm." Ares murmured. "And where are you from? Should I ask your pack since I can't smell your wolf?" He asked, raising a brow at me. My heart thumped loudly in my chest and I was scared he could hear it. I needed to think of something, and f
Alora. "Listen to me Alora, you mean nothing to us," My mother said to me. I had just turned five years old today and I had been foolish enough to ask for a birthday gift. My mother, who was a striking beauty with blonde hair and bright green eyes, glared at me. I remembered calling her an angel or a princess many times because of how her blonde hair glowed. But that was just the outside of the person I called mother. Because on the inside, she was cruel and unforgiving, at least to me. My father was a quiet man with brown curly hair and hazel eyes that were behind big round glasses. He was extremely quiet and did everything my mother asked him to without any excuse. Most days I thought he was just a normal wolf with a low self esteem who thought he deserved someone as beautiful as my mother so he listened to her and worshiped the ground she walked on. But as time flew I knew he was just as twisted as her. A silent cry escaped my lips as my mother pulled my ear and dragged me ou
Alora. It was dark in the room and a part of me was scared. Something about it reminded me of the time in Jax's room, dark and alone, fearfully waiting for him to come back home and defile me in many ways he deemed fit. While the other part of me was in pain, the shackles were like Jax's, they were handcuffs and they pinched my skin painfully, the cold metal hard and tight against my wrist. It was like Seth had purposely tightened them to cause more pain to me and I wondered why. He seemed to dislike me a lot and was angry that Ares had let me live. My foot stung in pain when I moved and I hissed loudly feeling tears burn in my eyes. My hands were handcuffed above my head, leaving me in a kneeling position just beside the bed and placing enough weight on my foot. I couldn't even try to move or else my foot stung in pain. Tears rolled down my cheeks and I felt it drop against my laps. I felt so dirty, wet and tired. My cold wet dress pressed against my skin and the cold AC made it
Ares. I stared outside the glass wall of my office. Despite being the Alpha of The Blood Moon Pack, I also owned various companies, clubs, buildings and estate. And I had just finished reading the reports from my biggest sale yet. The sun was heating against my face but that was the least of my worries, because as much as I tried to avoid it. The image of Alora flashed in my mind so frequently that it was all I could think about. From her black curly hair that was in a mess with broken tree branches and leaves to those violet eyes of hers that seemed to hold many secrets. Alora Forrester. What a joke! I knew she was lying about that or it wasn't entirely true. I wasn't an alpha if I couldn't realise I had been lied to. And her whole story of being a slave to a human wasn't entirely true either. Though, I could see the sadness in her eyes and the way her hands trembled when she spoke to me about how she had gotten here. But when u had stared harder, I noticed those violet iris tr
Alora. I sat in the bathtub, unable to move. Tiredness hit me like a ton of bricks, it was like a heavy weight had been placed on my shoulders, thighs and everywhere. The pain from running and straining my muscles for the first time in years finally hit me, my whole body ached and I didn't want to even move from the position I was. I sat with my knees drawn to my chest as hot steamy water rained down my body from the showers. The steam made the bathroom look almost magical with the light piercing through the steam and making it appear like bright golden clouds. The water ran down the drain, black with dirt, leaves and sticks. I stared at my left foot, the bruise was almost black in color and I knew it was going to be a hassle when I went to work. I dragged my fingers up my legs, despite being dirty, they were smooth and long, giving me a 5'6 height. Jax had always loved my legs, in fact he had a dark desire and fetish about them, especially my toes. He booked a pedicure session f
Alora. The door to the kitchen pulled open and I stepped back. Fear overtook me as the kitchen came into view. I suddenly didn't want to go on, all the excitement I had felt earlier suddenly died down and was replaced by fear. This was the first time in years I was ever going to make contact with more than one person at once. The past years, I have only been with Jax, no one else was allowed in the room and I wasn't outside either. I didn't know how to act, I didn't know what to do. It was like the hallway was starting to close around me and I suddenly couldn't breathe properly. What if they didn't like me? What if they hated me and treated me badly? I couldn't deal with that. Placing my hand over my chest, I stepped backwards again as Lana finally turned. Her eyes widened as I backed against the wall breathing heavily. It's been so long since I made contact with other people that I didn't know how I was going to act around them and what they would think about me. W
Alora. Carmen, Camila and Lana were weird. I had never seen any family like them, but then again the only families I knew were mine and Jax's. I never recall any time where I found my parents happy together. I didn't know of the time before I was born but after I came, they disconnected and fought often. I had seen their pictures in the house and they appeared to be in love. My mother had claimed I was the one to destroy their home, born wolfless and different. I had disconnected them to the pack, cast to the outskirts of the pack and made to live in the woods. Moving in with Jax was even worse, Jax was the only child, and according to rumors, his parents, the last alpha and luna had died in a ghastly accident when Jax turned six, making him the alpha at a young age. I was Jax's only family. And you knew the story already. So watching Camila and Carmen laugh with their mother, Lana was new and weird. But at the same time, I envied them as I stood at the entrance,not knowing